jane austen
what did you find?
did you think it unkind?
when all the readers laughed
and went back to suits and cash
there's distance from your realization and
the way you've been
no one can be so cold and be without skin
but it's been hundreds of years and there is no care
the girls went to fix their hair
oh jane cause
you don't know what it's like to be american
you don't know what it's like to be american
jane austen
where have you gone?
is it anyone's fault
that we escape into our own defense
and trash up
all the conversations and the innocent brigades
what does it even mean
to be a lover's wage
and there's too much pain in this wine we made
i'll grip the man with a cape
oh jane cause
you don't know what it's like to be american
you don't know what it's like to be american